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[thepurpleone]

"You're conversing with Donatello-

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Just kidding, you got my inbox bu~t if you leave a message I will get back to you as soon as I possibly can."

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[thepurpleone]

He's making up for lost time, that's it. Although Donnie supposes if that were the excuse, they'd be here for days.

He eventually loosens his arms from around Mikey's shell, shifting just slightly enough that he can rub away those things that were definitely not tears from his face. His brother's question coaxes a faint smile from him.

"...not at all," he says. The space he'd originally shared with Leo up on top of the Cybertronian-sized slab that made up a bed had been fine with one brother but several more had quickly proven more than he was willing to have around his workshop/lab. But for tonight, having one Mikey over is perfectly fine.

[orangerazzmatazz]

Mikey lights up as Donnie agrees. He is still a little run down with emotions and he hadn't really expected Donnie to say no. (Though, if he had, Mikey would have been crushed).

"I promise I won't be too clingy!" He says cheerfully. They both know it's a lie but the heart is there. At least he won't take up too much bed space, but that sure isn't the issue here.

"So, does this mean I can call you "little bro" now?" A phrase he absolutely will not use, he wasn't a fan of being called little by Raph and Donnie is still his big brother, no matter what. But c'mon, it is a little funny and he has to get Donnie's reaction at least once.

[thepurpleone]

There, all painlessly settled. Donnie carefully extracts himself from Mikey, reaching up to pat him on the head, a familiar gesture.

All at once his expression sours.

"Oh. No. No, nonononono no, you are not 'little bro'-ing me, I absolutely draw the line at that!"

[orangerazzmatazz]

For the first time since the Feelings Jam started, Mikey laughed. He went back in for one more quick hug. Tight but brief.

"Man, I have sooooooooo much to catch you up on!" Never mind the kraang or shredder or any of that, Donnie hasn't experienced some of the greatest stuff to happen in the last two plus years for Mikey and the rest of the brothers.

He pulls up a rolly chair and sits in it backwards as he spins himself back and forth and launches into a story about the 7th annual Lair Games. Somehow far more exciting and trecherous then the previous year.